Cozied up to the toiletFace stuck to the floorI met expectationsThat I was tryin' to ignoreJob had such patienceI wonderWhat's that like?A hundred thousand millionBut that's what you likeSo I was thinkin'

So these cities are sproutingLike a spit in the eyeAnd this world isn't waitingIt's just passing me byI just peak in the windowLookin' insideThe butcher's got a fork in your faceAnd I'm standing in lineWhile I was singin'